Novel & Cerita A Very Loving Wife Swap

My goal is simple: project absolute, unshakable confidence in our sudden union and give the gossiping pack matrons nothing to chew on. “Poor Rham,” one of Clay’s great-aunts mutters, shaking her head as she looks at my new husband with pity. “What a brutal thing to do to his own blood.” This is the part that burns me the most, knowing Clay is taking the blame while Rham is likely rutting with Christine Thornfield in some hidden den. But our circle of high-ranking wolves is far too thrilled by the sheer scandal to care about the ethics of the swap. “It is completely wild,” my university friend Natalie says with an excited grin. “I still cannot believe you swapped the alphas! Are you actually

“Miss Jane, I know you had no choice but to choose me. If you don’t want to get pregnant, I won’t force you.” I froze instantly. Why was Marcus acting differently from our previous life? Subconsciously, I turned around, only to accidentally crash into his chest. The scent of cedarwood mixed with leather surrounded me, cold and clean. I quickly looked up at him and spoke seriously, word by word. “Marcus, I chose you willingly. I’ll take responsibility as your wife. We’re family now, and I hope we can get along well.” A slight ripple passed through his eyes. “Alright. I’ll be a good husband, too. But there’s a secret I need to tell you…”

Her expression hardened the second she saw Elena. “Well,” his mother said slowly, breaking the silence, her voice smooth but edged. “This is… unexpected.” Adrian didn’t hesitate. “This is my wife.” The words dropped into the room like a controlled explosion. Silence followed. Not shock. Something sharper. His sister let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh. “You’re joking.” “I don’t joke about things like this,” Adrian replied calmly. His father leaned back slightly, studying Elena with a measured look. “You got married,” he said.

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Mom and Dad kept their heads down as well, not daring to defend Vivienne anymore. Dominic turned his gaze toward me, his expression radiating profound affection. "Isabella and I are virtually inseparable. I'm the best person to judge whether she has been meeting people in secret or acting with malice!" He gently pulled me into his arms, like it was natural, and said, "Isabella is my wife and the person I hold dearest! I'm not going to stand by while people spread lies or try to hurt her!" With that, Dominic deliberately raised his wrist to display our matching bracelets. He gave it a little shake, making the bracelet gleam under the light.

She also gave me a home, one that was registered under someone else's name. "Javier." Charlene looked up, her eyes brimming with guilt. "I know the person I've wronged most is you. But Travis and I are over. You're the one I love, and you're the only husband I'll ever have. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, okay?" She reached out to hold my hand, her tone almost pleading. "Travis has already lost me. He can't be left with nothing. Let this house serve as the final chapter for our past."

"Instead of confronting him immediately, I decided to test him. To see what kind of man he really was. So I pretended to have amnesia. That I couldn't remember anything." "Wait, what?" A woman near the front looked confused. "She faked it?" someone else said. Grace continued. "And you know what my husband did when he thought I couldn't remember? He didn't comfort me. Didn't take care of me. He SWAPPED me." "Swapped?" Multiple voices. Confused. "He gave me to his brother Aiden. Told everyone that Aiden was my real husband. Not him. All so he could live openly with his mistress without anyone questioning it."

She was so thrilled that she almost jumped out of her skin. "You really put it under my name? Aren't you scared I'll run off with everything one day? Hee-hee!" This woman really knew how to act. I looked at her with fake affection. "You're my wife. Putting it under your name is the best way to make you feel safe." Phoebe got so excited that she leapt up and planted a loud kiss on my face. She could laugh all she wanted now. I just hoped she wouldn't cry too hard when everything fell apart.

After he dropped them in their houses, Ava Nicole called her ex-husband, for she was surrounded by the reporters outside the gate of her house, so Gerald found his means to escape her, and they fled together to their new house. *** After eating supper, Ava Nicole turns on the television to watch her favorite movie. It's on N*****x where she searches for the title "Love Me Back, My Wife," a movie based on a true story that she likes most. It's a new arrival, so she is fond of watching it. When the scene is about confessing feelings, Gerald intervenes, "How sweet they are! They still love each other even though they hurt a lot because of their mistakes." Ava's ears are activating. She hears it

Suddenly, I recalled that day last week, when I was teaching kids how to arrange flowers, a little girl had looked up at me and asked, "Sir, what is love?" "Okay." I heard myself reply to Wendy. The next day, she took me to register our marriage. The certificate seemed to shimmer, and I couldn't help running my finger across it. She leaned in close, her breath brushing past my ear. "I'm Mrs. Graham now." The word "Mrs. Graham" made my ears burn red. Yet, my mind drifted to the sunflower in the shop that always turned toward the sun. My phone vibrated in my pocket when we were sitting in a café. I picked up, and Penelope's voice came through. "So, you're in Baurisse."